Hey world! Its been a while since I have written anything and it was under a shared account with a friend. I wanted to expand my writing so here I am.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything. Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight. Other works were mentioned and I also do not own them.

I hope you enjoy this story, it is a little idea that has been running through my head for a while and finally put the idea down. This idea hit me, goodness I don't even remember its been sometime, but I know I was watching a themed 1950s movie. You know the one with the bad boy that you are meant to hate but you just love them oh so much. Well it was one of those. And I thought, "That would make an awesome story with Edward being the oh so devilishly handsome bad boy." I'm not exactly sure where this idea is going to take me. I just rated this M because who knows what could happen in the future? Suggestions, comments, even if you hate them send them my way. Any type of feedback is welcome.

Get ready, get set, GO!


Chapter 1:

There it is, that noise again. I know it should bother me, but it doesn't. Its oddly soothing and gets my blood pumping at the same time. The way you can hear coming from around the block and just as he hits our house, he guns it and shifts gears on his motorcycle as he flies past.

"That Edward Masen, I'm either gonna arrest him, or he's gonna kill himself on that damn thing," my father, Charlie Swan, mumbled for the twentieth time this week.

I think that would be his dream, arresting him that is. Edward's caused his fair share of trouble around this small town of Forks, but I know he wouldn't want to see him dead. Well at least he wouldn't want to go and do the report when his guts were splattered all over the street.

"Bella, do you need any help in the kitchen?"

"No, Dad. I'm fine, I just gout caught up in my thoughts for a moment. Dinner should be ready right now." I say shaking myself from my thoughts, collecting oven mitts, and taking a peek into the oven on dinner.

"You're been doing that a lot lately Bells. Is everything alright?" He folds is paper, sets it down on the coffee table and walks over into the kitchen.

I wait until I pull the casserole out of the oven and set in on the counter before I reply.

"Yeah, everything is fine. I'm just worried about this math test I took today. Nothing major."

I walk to the cupboards and get everything needed to set the table for our meal. I walk back to the table with the partially cool casserole and set it on the table too. Charlie starts cutting and dishing out pieces. We sit there, eating our dinner in silence for several before Charlie sets his fork down and clears his throat.

"So Bella I heard that there is a dance coming up at school soon?" He starts very awkwardly.

I finish chewing and set down my fork before I finally reply. "I guess…yeah there is. I'm not planning on going though."

"Why not?"

"Well, I don't have someone to take me. You can go solo, but its just not the same. So I would rather save myself the humiliation and stay home."

"Are you sure? I heard through the grape vine though, that you might have a suitor."

My heart stops, then picks up pace beating a thousand times faster. Could it be? It couldn't? If it was he would be seething and ranting and raving. Don't act shocked or show any type of emotion. Just act absolutely natural. I tell myself. "Oh, really, who?"

"A Mr. Mike Newton. He stopped by the station this afternoon and asked if you had any plans for the dance. I told him I didn't know."

Mike Newton not who I wanted…"Oh well that's nice of him but I'm really not interested."

"If the boy asks you, give him a chance. He's a nice boy, good family. Plus you wouldn't be going anyway." With that Charlie picks up his fork and resumes eating: conversation over.

I pick up my fork and recede into my thoughts. Mike wasn't bad looking, if you liked the stereotypical dumb football player thing. Parents said he was the "All American Kid" but he wasn't just another idiot who's taken one too many hits to the head. Slowly my thoughts start changing from a blond, stocky football player to a darker haired, lean, motorcycle rider. The way his body looks sitting on that machine, his hair rippling in the wind, his sunglasses on, and a cigarette dangling out of the corner of his mouth. Just then the phone rings and startles me from my thoughts. Charlie mumbles a quick "I got it" and runs to get it.

"Swan residence…yes…yes…ok, I'll be right down," he hangs up the phone and turns to me. "Bells, it looks like that Masen is at it again. I gotta go stop whatever trouble he's started this time. If you can just wrap up my dinner I'll be back for it later." Now he's shifting foot to foot like he's really excited. Its sad and scary at the same time.

"Yeah, I'll be fine here. Go do you're job." I wave him off and return to my dinner.

He walks over behind me, drops a kiss to my head and whispers "Be good, I love ya Bells. Be good."

He grabs his belt and gun from his bedroom and walks out the front door. I sit there for several minutes after he leaves, just staring at my food. I know I shouldn't, but I have this feeling for Edward. Maybe it's because my father has pretty much declared war on him? Its like that movie that I just saw, Rebel Without A Cause. They do pretty much everything their parents tell them not to. That's what it is. Me rebelling.

I stand up and start wrapping leftovers. When that is done, I put the silverware and glasses in the sink. Since Charlie is coming back later and will use dishes, I just fill the sink with hot water and leave them for him to do later. I glance at the clock, 5:30. I glance at the phone. My want to call Alice, my best friend wins over. I walk over, pick up the phone from the cradle and dial her number.

"Cullen residence," I hear the unmistakable musical sound of her mother, Esme's, voice. She's a singer in the church choir, and even when she's answering a phone, she sounds like she's singing.

"Hi Mrs. Cullen, this is Bella Swan, I was wondering if I could speak to Alice for a minute?"

"How nice to hear from you Bella dear. I hope everything is going well with you? Alice can only speak for several minutes, dinner is almost ready. If it requires more time I can have her call you back?"

"No Ma'am, it'll only take two minutes tops."

"Well then here she is dearie." I hear the phone being passed off then, "Bella, how are you doing!" Alice practically screams into the phone.

"Alice I just saw you two hours ago nothing could have changed that much?"

"You could have found out about an arranged marriage to a prince and be half way across the world by now!" Alice is always the overdramatic one.

"And I'd be calling you from a plane? That's not possible!"

"Someone can dream of some excitement. Speaking of excitement, did you hear what happened do in front of the diner?" Strangely she got really excited about this.

"No what," my stomach started dropping.

"Edward Masen and Jacob Black got into. I heard it was a good one. The police was called and everything! Of course you'd know that. But here's the kicker, it was over one of their stupid motorcycles! Someone even went to the hospital over it."

Pretend to be interested. Pretend to be interested. "That is dumb. Well I should probably let you go and eat dinner. Tell your parents I said hello." I hung up the phone not waiting for a reply. I guess I'd just have to wait until tomorrow to find out what happened.


Thank you for sticking through the first chapter. Comments would be lovely.

For this I'm picturing Edward to be very James Dean (I gave little shout out there with Rebel Without A Cause) and Fonze from Happy Days (shout out with the motorcycle). I really don't know what's going to happen.

Apparently Edward and Jacob hate each other. But who knows. They could end up being BFFs. Charlie could end up being Edward's biggest fan. Charlie hating Mike. Who knows?!

Enjoy your weekend everyone,

Dart